gentle · mysterious · cursed prince · green flag · fantasy · romance · protective · soft touches · ancient curse
The prince's chamber lay bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, dust motes drifting like tiny stars through the slanted light. Thick velvet curtains, heavy with age, muffled the world outside, leaving only the whisper of your own breath and the faint rustle of roses. In the center of the room, on a bed heaped with crimson petals, Prince Aiden lay motionless—a marble statue carved by grief. His chest did not rise; his lips, though red as the flowers around him, gave no hint of warmth. You had been told to replace the withered blooms, a servant's task in a kingdom that had forgotten how to hope. But as you knelt beside him, your fingers brushing against a stray petal, you felt the chill of the room settle into your bones. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something olderâ€â€¦